The Queens: Scarred Queen, Alejandro's Prey
Chapter 40

Casey shivered helplessly, whimpers of fear erupting from her throat. She managed to bring herself under control enough to ask, "A-are you going to k-kill me?" her voice sounded unnaturally high-pitched as it echoed through the room.

She tried to crane her head back to she could see him where he stood behind her, but it put too much strain on her shoulders and she was forced to lay with her cheek against the cool metal staring at her right wrist chained above the bench. She jumped and cried out as his palm landed harshly across first one of her ass cheeks and then the other.

"Now why, after I have gone through all this trouble to acquire you and assure your health, would I simply dispose of you, nena?" he asked, his voice cool and dark.

He was right. She'd asked a stupid question. Of course, he wasn't going to kill her. He'd waited months to get his hands on her. He'd killed and tortured for her. He'd provided for her, flown a doctor in for her and taken her to one of the best clinics in the world. But Casey had never been one to think logically when she was threatened. She still couldn't work out what he meant to do to her, though her lack of clothing was a concerning development.

"A-are you going to hurt me?" she asked, her voice cracking.

She flinched and wiggled her ass, expecting another hit to that already tender flesh, but none came. He chuckled darkly, "Most assuredly, mi amor. If this doesn't wake you the fuck up, then nothing will."

"What?" she asked sharply. "What'll wake me up?"

Her head snapped to the side and up as he pulled her hair back and kissed her hard while running his hand roughly down the arch of her back. He sank his fingers into the flesh of her ass cheek and squeezed until it hurt. She whimpered into his mouth. He was being careful not to wrench her neck, but she was desperately frightened. She knew he intended to have sex with her, but she wasn't wet at all. It was going to hurt if he tried to fuck her while she was on her knees and chained to a bench in his torture dungeon.

He must have realized that she was too scared to be turned on because he began alternating harsh touches with gentle sweeps of his fingers across her body, as though petting and coaxing her flesh with pleasure before punishing through with pain. The combination started to work as it distracted her terrified brain from worrying about his intentions and focused it on the magic of his flesh against hers. The heat of each strike as he hit her, the burn as it spread across her nerve endings and then the soothing, caressing stroke that would follow.

Reyes shifted to the side of her, the rough fabric of his pants sliding between her legs as he forced his thigh across her labia. She cried out and started to arch into him before she caught herself. He'd spent weeks conditioning her to this kind of delicious torture. Now, he'd chained her down and was giving her a taste of how much darker he could take things if she didn't give him what he wanted, bent to his will, became his queen on demand.

"Reyes!" she cried out when he reached down, wrapped his hand around her leg above the knee and jerked her legs wide apart. Her knee scraped painfully across the concrete floor.

She wasn't expecting a hit directly to her tender pussy and screamed in shock when he slapped her there, his fingers smacking against the tender lips of her labia. She jerked hard against the bench, a jolt of pleasure and pain shooting right through her pelvis and up into her torso. Heat flooded her veins and moisture gathered in her core. Before her brain had a chance to process what he'd done to her he slapped her again and again, until the sound of the strikes was undeniably the sound of a hand hitting wet flesh.

"Like that, do you, nena?" he growled, pride throbbing in his deep voice.

He began alternating between slapping her ass in hard strikes and her pussy as she squirmed against the bench, begging him. She was no longer begging him to let her go. Now she was begging for another kind of release. She'd widened her legs even more, uncaring of the scrape against her knees. She could feel the gathering wetness of her pussy beginning to drip down her thighs.

"Oh god, Reyes," she yelled, her head still twisted so she couldn't see him. "Please just fuck me now!"

She was so ready to explode into orgasm from the stimulation of his strikes that she was now rocking her hips back into each blow and twisting her shoulders as much as she could to give her even more thrust. She just needed him to let the tip of his finger linger a little longer against her hard, throbbing clit and she would go right over the edge, but it was like he knew! He snatched his hand back the second he sensed he was about to rock her orgasm until she was ready to start screaming in frustration.

"You aren't ready to be fucked yet, cari?o," he growled from behind her.

"What the fuck do you mean?" she yelled incredulously. "I couldn't get any wetter if you dumped me in a lake. Fuck me now or die you monster!" she demanded, her voice starting to waver from too much screaming. "I'll murder you if this is your plan. To make me all horny and then leave me."

He chuckled. "Not to worry, nena, it's not my plan to leave you high and... wet," he chuckled, then he ran his fingers through her sopping pussy and slid two of them deep into vaginal passage, stretching her until she was moaning and squirming. Then he ran them up to the tiny, puckered hole of her ass and spread the wetness there. He said, "It's not my intention to fuck this pussy at all."

She froze as he used her natural lubrication to work his fingertip into her ass and begin to stretch her. It took a minute for her brain to catch up to his words and actions. During that time, he managed to work his finger into her incredibly tight ass, wiggling it in until he bottomed out. She cried out and arched her back down toward the bench, wrenching her arms hard against the cuffs.

"Shh, nena," he urged, leaning across her, his finger still buried in her ass. He ran his other hand up her side soothingly as he whispered in her ear, "You need to calm down or this is going to hurt."

"Fuck you, culero! This is going to hurt a motherfucking lot no matter what you do," she screeched at him, tears gathering in her eyes. "First time anal sucks!"

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He froze and then she felt vibrations against her back as he started to chuckle. "How would you know it, ah, sucks if it's your first time, eh, nena?" he asked in a perfectly reasonable voice that made her want to stab his eyes out. How dare he laugh at her while she was terrified he was going to tear her ass wide open with his monster dick. Tears began trickling from her eyes across her nose and down her cheek to pool on the metal beneath her face.

"Culero," she muttered.

He stopped chuckling. He shoved a second finger into her ass drawing a scream of pain from her and reached to grip her face with his free hand, gripping her cheeks hard. "You call me an asshole again, Casey, and I will make sure it hurts as much as you expect it to, understand? Swallow the disrespect."

She nodded as much as she could. He released her face and she put her head down, face down on the bench, pressing her forehead against the metal. She was done trying to see him, trying to see what he was doing to her. He got what he wanted. He got her to respond to a monster, the Bolivian mafia boss. Now the boss was going to show her exactly who owned her, every inch of her. And she would never cross him again.

She tensed as he stood behind her. Was he going to fuck her standing up? She frowned when she heard him walk away from her, then shuffling as though a drawer was being opened and closed. Strange, she hadn't seen any shelves or anything. Not that she'd looked at the room very closely.

She lay chained down, waiting with tense expectation as he approached her again. Something small and plastic hit the floor and bounced next to her causing her to jump. She frowned and whimpered. What the fuck was he doing? Then she gasped and jumped again, straining against the chains, rattling them against the wall when she felt something cool and gel-like hit her ass crack and slide into her heated anus. "Motherfucker!" she yelled.

He slapped her ass again, much harder than he had hit her yet. "Silencio!" he snarled. "You are lucky I am in the mood to make this easier for you, woman. One more word and I will beat you into submission before fucking this ass with the brutality it deserves. Remember who I am." The last sentence was gritted with such intensity that she slammed her lips shut on a whimper and tilted her forehead, pressing it hard into the cold metal.